This morning I had a casting for a toothpaste ad
that happened to be at a studio right around the corner from Q’s new daycare. A
daycare that’s so new it isn’t even open yet (owing to evil landlords and
government bodies moving offices the week before easter), so I was able to bond
with the owner over our mutual set-up and lease disasters and we are now fast
friends.
I was in and out of the casting within minutes,
which could be a good or a bad sign, you never can tell, but at least it was
disaster free in relation to Q…except that she drew on all their application
forms and stole their pen. But relative to some of her other performances when
left momentarily unattended, that was pretty tame.
So then we toddled off to the daycare because
yesterday when I’d gone in to return her forms, the delightful carers in her
room suggested I bring her back today to familiarise her with the space…because
I was talking a mile a minute and they had me pegged as a neurotic over
protective mother the second they laid eyes on me.
I am having a tough time letting my girl go.
A really tough time.
Particularly given that she has more stamina than an
LED lightbulb, craves other people’s attention and adores other children,
loving them till they run away and hide or cry.
As I said to them, ‘it’s the mother having the
problem here, not the child.’
And so I took them one of my famous four-minute brownies so that at least now they might say; ‘well she’s crazy, but she did
make us brownie,’ rather than just saying she’s crazy, which is what they would
definitely have been saying yesterday. Filing it away in Q’s notes, ‘warning. OOTM
(one of those mothers).
Look, it’s nothing new. I’m certainly not original
in my distress, and mine runs the whole gamut of concerns from:
·
What if nobody likes her?
·
What if somebody steals her? (Slightly
arrogant to assume that out of 70 children a baddie would choose my girl over
every other delightful child to steal, but I think I’ve established that not
much of this is rational to begin with).
·
What if she needs me and I’m not there?
·
What if something happens? ‘Something’ being
anything at all really, from not eating her sandwich to aliens landing in the
sandpit.
·
And of course the real clanker…can I allow
anyone else to care for my child? Freud told us that not wanting to leave your
child with anyone means you don’t trust them.
No shit Sherlock. I thought
Freud was meant to be a smart guy. Of course I don’t trust them. At least not
initially. And then it’s not trust exactly, but I certainly doubt everyone
else’s ability to do as good a job as I think I’m doing. Even Gregory. My
husband. Q’s dad. Yes, I might be crazy but I’m also her mother. I don’t reckon
I’m alone in this belief, I just might be the only one willing to publicly
admit it.
So when we turned up at daycare, (me layden down
with Q, her backpack, my handbag and a brownie) Q promptly got down, found
herself a baby doll, told everyone around to be quiet because the baby was
sleeping, walked up to Daniel the carer, coerced him into sitting down, climbed
into his lap and read him a story.
For a while his name stumped her, because her baby
cousin is called Daniel and she knows to be quiet around him because he might
be sleeping, so we’ve established that this guy is Big Daniel instead.
Jeez it must be complicated in a kids’ mind.
Then she terrorised the outdoor area, marking her
territory by driving any movable object until it hit and marked a freshly
painted wall, and we rounded off the whole experience with a tantrum because I
tried to make her eat lunch when clearly there was a puzzle to put together.
She regrouped, and we left with her waving and
saying bye-bye-bye to everyone she had introduced herself to.
As I said before, the only person with a problem in
this situation is the mother.
And so next week we go for real. I’m planning a half
day at first, so I’ll drop her off around 9, find myself a local café and sit
there, anxiously waiting for them to call and say she’s flipping out.
it hurts at first.. then its like a blissful union of freedom and respite!!
ReplyDeletenancy.